Run For It

Pity the failures.

That last time,

Just didn’t feel,

Quite right.

Nothing is better,

Than the first time.

It’s so lovely,

That haze of sensations.

Tumbling and colliding,

Consecutive.

It just kept coming,

The euphoria.

As I watched everything play out,

It seemed too perfect,

Yet I didn’t question it.

As I smiled at the terror,

The misunderstanding.

I wanted too much from the last few times.

They didn’t quite cut it.

I didn’t mean to take the last.

It was just there.

The perfect opportunity.

I promised myself it wouldn’t happen again.

But it looked so good.

It was like God wanted me to take it.

Why it feels worse,

I don’t know.

Every time,

It satisfies me less and less.

Perhaps I am recovering humanity.

As if I know what that feels like.

I can’t help what I do.

It scares me. I do want to stop.

Every time I turn on the news, there I am.

What’s this? Another opportunity?

I can’t let this one go.

Forgive me please. I must go.

Reviews

[wordman]

every body remembers the first time,it should be better the second time
it really depends on who it is and if their is a emotional connection